Satoru Gojo pulled out his phone and, right in front of everyone, began a simple yet brutal display of his "financial superpower."
He dialed a number.
"Hello?"
"This is the head of the Gojo clan, Satoru Gojo."
A respectful greeting seemed to come from the other end of the line.
"Yes, don't ask why. I'm giving you half a day."
"Send every breathing, top-tier idol group, singer, and band in Japan to my current address."
His tone was flat, yet it carried an undeniable sense of absolute authority.
The person on the other end seemed to hesitate, saying something in response.
Gojo's brow furrowed slightly, a clear hint of impatience creeping into his voice.
"What? They have a concert? Cancel it."
"They have signed contracts? I'll pay double the breach of contract fees."
"Cut the crap and do it immediately!"
With that, he hung up the phone cleanly.
Ever since the corrupt higher-ups of the Jujutsu society were "cleaned up" in an extremely efficient manner by Ian, Sukuna, and Gojo, Gojo had taken advantage of the resulting power vacuum. Moving with lightning speed, he placed numerous members of the Gojo clan into positions of authority.
Today, the entire Jujutsu society was practically under his absolute control.
The Zen'in clan, one of the Big Three Sorcerer Families, was already severely weakened by internal strife. Their potential next head, Megumi Fushiguro, was currently standing on Gojo's side and wouldn't dare raise any objections to his decisions anyway.
As for the Kamo clan, their proud inherited technique, [Blood Manipulation], couldn't even make a splash in the face of Gojo's practically unsolvable [Limitless].
They had no choice but to submit and fall in line.
Therefore, the current Satoru Gojo could do whatever he wanted.
No one dared to stop him, and no one could.
Within just a few short minutes of him hanging up the phone, a massive earthquake began to shake the entire Japanese entertainment industry.
Telephones rang incessantly in the executive offices of major talent agencies.
Every person who answered the phone would instantly turn pale upon hearing the caller's identity. Cold sweat would pour down their foreheads as they bowed and scraped frantically at the receiver, as if they were having an audience with the Emperor.
A series of dull roars echoed through the skies above Tokyo.
One private helicopter after another, emblazoned with the iconic Gojo clan crest, circled like falcons, executing what could only be described as a celebrity "kidnapping" transport mission.
At the judges' table, Ian watched Gojo's incredibly arrogant display, a smile involuntarily tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Without those meddlesome old geezers holding him back, this so-called "Strongest" was truly living more authentically—and becoming much more interesting.
The students, meanwhile, were all dumbfounded.
Their brains were completely unable to process the surreal turn of events unfolding before them.
An ordinary, albeit somewhat bloody, Sister-School Goodwill Event was actually going to end with a top-tier, all-star private concert as its "after-party entertainment"?
Masamichi Yaga covered his face in agony, having completely given up on struggling.
His only thought right now was how to elegantly expel that bastard Gojo from his tutelage once this was all over.
Soon.
Amidst the deafening roar of the rotors, the first helicopter slowly touched down on the athletic field.
The cabin door opened.
Several young girls, dressed in sparkling stage outfits and wearing exquisite makeup, stepped out with bewildered expressions.
They were currently the hottest idol girl group.
However, when they got a clear look at their surroundings, their bewilderment instantly turned into sheer shock.
This was actually a school? They had been snatched up just to perform for a school?
Wait, why was there a talking panda waving at them?
And a robot with glowing red eyes?
The other students didn't look like people to be trifled with either, many of them casually holding weapons.
Terrified, they huddled tightly together, trembling as they assumed they had been kidnapped by some bizarre religious cult preparing to use them as sacrifices.
Just then, Gojo stepped forward with a leisurely stride to personally welcome them.
He slowly pulled down the black blindfold covering his face.
That devastatingly handsome face, capable of driving any woman crazy, was exposed to the air.
Those pale blue eyes, as deep and captivating as if they contained an entire starry sky, were mesmerizing.
A brilliant smile graced his lips.
"Welcome to Jujutsu High."
The lethal charm of Gojo's face clearly exceeded the bounds of ordinary imagination.
Especially for these idol girls who lived in the spotlight and were used to seeing all kinds of handsome men.
When those pale blue eyes gazed their way, they felt their hearts skip a beat.
What kidnapping?
What bizarre religious cult?
All of that was instantly thrown out the window!
This man was so handsome it was practically a crime!
"Oh... oh my god, is he looking at me?"
"In your dreams, he's clearly smiling at me!"
"Those looks, that aura, it's like he walked straight out of a manga... No, even a manga couldn't draw someone this perfect!"
The girls who had been trembling in fear just moments ago were now fixing each other's makeup and hair, each wanting to present her most perfect self in front of Gojo.
Gojo was very satisfied with this effect.
He snapped his fingers.
"Alright, ladies, relax."
"Treat this place like your own home."
At the exact same time, a top-rated variety show on a Tokyo television station was broadcasting live nationwide.
"...So, regarding the creative concept behind your new single, does Takada-chan have anything she'd like to share with everyone?"
The host extended the microphone toward the 180-centimeter-tall girl in the center of the stage.
She was the national super-popular idol, Nobuko Takada.
She was just about to answer the question.
But right at that moment, the side door of the studio was violently shoved open.
The show's director stumbled in, practically crawling, completely disregarding the live cameras. His face was deathly pale as he lunged toward the host's ear, urgently whispering something in a voice trembling so hard it cracked.
The host's professional smile instantly froze.
A second later, several men in black suits, exuding an aura as cold as ice, walked straight onto the stage under the watchful eyes of the entire audience and the cameras.
The lead man ignored the panicked production crew and simply handed a phone to Takada's manager.
The manager took it tremblingly. After listening for just one second, he looked as if he had been struck by lightning. His legs gave out, nearly sending him to his knees, as cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
"Miss Takada," the lead man then turned toward the center of the stage, bowing slightly with a respectful tone. "Please come with us."
The national live broadcast was forcibly cut at that exact moment, replaced by an emergency commercial break.
Countless viewers in front of their televisions witnessed this surreal yet very real scene, and the entire internet instantly boiled over.